Y/n Is Giving It Good To Hawks Rn I Feel It

Poor Present Mic is havin' a rough time in the dating scene... especially when his crush is so close and clueless!

Sex with Bakugo is good, you decide. Not spectacular, but good. He likes to nudge his nose into your cheek and whisper little quips to urge you on, even as you lay there and take it. The way he cages your body under his is... gentle. Too gentle. Aggravatingly gentle. With his attitude, you thought he'd fuck you rough and raw, into the fucking carpet, but instead, he caresses. He delays. He kisses. He-

Bakugo rips himself away from you, all huffed breath. "Where do you go?"

His voice brings you back to the moment. The room shifts as your eyes adjust back on to him. His cock is still inside you, just barely, only the tip like it's a forgotten detail between you. Sex with Bakugo is good because it's warm. Sometimes, his hands literally crackle with heat around you.

Now, they pull away from you and the room goes cold.

"You went fucking dead behind the eyes." He gestures to his own face, like it makes everything makes sense. "This face like you're-- Like I'm--"

Unlike Hawks and his forehead kisses, Katsuki rubs his thumb back and forth in whatever space he can find. Today, it's your inner bicep, up and down with too little pressure.

Up, down, up, down. The motion clogs your mind. Sex already leaves your brain sticky with memories and the damn touch just adds sand to grind between the gears. You need to smile and ask him a question, something needling and clever, with just enough of an edge that he's turned away from you-

"Don't deflect."

You nearly activate your quirk on instinct. Too seen. He's got you pinned under his sight, when you'd rather be pinned by his body.

Sex is supposed to be uncomplicated. Hawks fucks you without preamble or pretext. Why does Katsuki insist on bringing emotion into it?

"Just tell me what's wrong."

"I'm thinking about something else."

"'cause I'm fucking you bad?"

You almost smile at that. "No."

Silence hangs about you as you wait for the following up question, but it never comes. Instead, Bakugo pulls fully away from you and rolls to his side of the bed, adjusting the sheets around him. You're left there, looking at the textured ceiling as he sighs to himself.

"Listen," he says. "These games you play, I- I'm not gonna fucking wrangle it out of you, but-"

He grumbles out a noise between a sigh and a groan.

"Fuck, girl. I like you. Let me like you."

This tickles a part of your brain. Likes you? No one likes you. People are fascinated by you, perturbed by you, obsessed with you, but they never like you. You're unsettling, disturbing, barely even human-

"You like me?" It even feels wrong to say, but Bakugo just shrugs one shoulder.

"Why else would I fuck you?"

thinking about having ochako's ankles over your shoulders. strap deep inside her, and her whining because you cant won't cum inside her ): practically in tears because she wants it so bad, and shes so spoiled she doesnt know why you wont give it to her. pleading for it so pretty while you coo at her ): <33

need to smoke a fat cigarette in the rain

ohhh she gets so . teary. she wants it so bad she’s clawing at your hips and her nails are digging into your shoulder. like a cry of frustration, all weepy and pushing herself back into you like she’s hoping you’ll pushing her into a mating press just to knock her up. oh she gets upset about it, wants to know why you’re refusing her when she’s your good perfect girl and she always gets what she wants. can’t even talk her down from it with words, no matter how much you try to sweet talk your way out of it she’s just too upset. so you just gotta agree and give it to her. hike her knees up to her ears and promise you you’ll give her exactly what she wants, just has to stop crying

small therapeutic goat bf

touchstarved!shouto who literally has no concept of casual physical affection so any time you’re resting a hand on his arm his brain is actively short circuiting

touchstarved!shouto who goes home just to replay every moment you touched him that day

touchstarved!shouto who’s excusing himself to the bathroom so he can fuck the tight ring of his fist and pretend it’s you underneath him, breathy and trembling with need

touchstarved!shouto who's warring with the gentleman he was raised to be and the absolute feral animal clawing at his reason when you brush your ass against him in the elevator

touchstarved!shouto who finally snaps and pulls you back against his chest, breath hot against your ear as he presses the length of his cock along the small of your back, “can't get you out of my fucking head”

touchstarved!shouto who bends you over his desk and fucks you with one hand over your mouth, “stay quiet for me love, there’s my darling girl"

♡⃕ other touchstarved!mha headcanons here

it’s really important to me when men put their heads in women’s laps. one of the most important things i can see on my tv. men laying their heads in women’s laps or men sitting and women standing and the man holds her around the middle and presses his face into her tummy as she hugs him around the shoulders. two very important poses. extremely soul igniting tableaux.

ProHero Bakugou x UA teacher reader (best friends to lovers)

Part 3

Tw: Suggestive langue (some one asked me to tw insinuated texts but idk how to label it 😅), drunk Kats

Did someone say LONG BLURB!?

Everyone knew Friday nights were the nights Katsuki stayed over and the two of you watched terrible movies while yapping about anything and everything under the sun. It had been that way since you were in school, sneaking in and out of each others dorms to enjoy whatever new movie your classmates had been raving about that week. So spending last Friday alone without good reason (like when he’d been out of town for work) you felt a sense of emptiness.

That feeling was the reason you’d invited Mina over, bribing her with sweets and the newest chick flick. She was worried when you asked, knowing you had always watched movies with your mutual friend- but she’d also heard that the two of you still hadn’t talked and she didn’t want you to be alone if you wanted company.

“I’m surprised he hasn’t dropped to his knees and begged for forgiveness yet.” Mina giggles, tossing a chocolate into her mouth as you both ignore the movie playing. It was a movie you and Katsuki had made fun of when you’d seen the preview just weeks ago, so you weren’t too interested in it to begin with. “He’s been acting like a wounded puppy all week, dragging his feet with his shoulders all slumpy.”

“He’s probably busy.” A scoff echos around the two of you as you repeat the first message from who ever had his phone the night before he ditched you. She was likely the reason he ‘forgot’ and you hated that you were upset with the stranger for being his distraction. “He’s never ditched me, especially not when it came to helping my students so it stings a bit more than it probably should.”

“The two of you hardly fight, Kirishima and I had a running bet that you guys were secretly married.” Adjusting your blanket that laid across your lap, you roll your eyes. It’s not the first time someone’s joked they thought you and your bestfriend were together, but it was annoying all the same. “What!? He looks at you like you’re a gift from the gods, forgive me for thinking he’s in love with you.”

“Mina- I’ve literally told you your presence could solve world hunger. Friends are supposed to love each other, especially ones who’ve been through the things we have.” The things you’d been through with Katsuki were contributing factors to the anger you held, he promised to never break a promise and here he was doing it. “Plus, he’s not trying to be tied down anyway.”

“So you’ve thought about it?” Mina squeals, reaching over to excitedly tap your shoulder. “Oh my gosh! Tell me your thought process.”

Of course in the years you’d known him you’d let your mind wonder to places far last the line of friendship. You’d been his plus one to many hero events, so you knew how it felt to hold onto him and be escorted around. You’d laid in his lap every Friday night while his fingers massaged your scalp gently, which made you know he was a lot softer than everyone perceived him.

And- Obviously you’d caught yourself staring at the way his arms flexed when he lifted your furniture every few months when you wanted to switch things up. You’d blushed more times than you could remember when he’d change out of his hero suit in front of you, leaving him in just his boxers as he complained about work and you all but drooled at the site of his toned body and achingly attractiveness.

“I haven’t, not really.” She knew you were lying. Hell, you knew you were lying too. But being more than friends meant jeopardizing the friendship you fought so hard to have. “He’s really sweet, and attractive obviously- but it wouldn’t work. He’s angry, and clearly doesn’t prioritize keeping his word, not to mention he has literally told me he didn’t plan on settling down with anyone.”

“Maybe he said that because none of those girls have been you.”

—

The night ended shortly after Mina filled your mind with more questions than you could even rationalize finding answers for. If Katauki had ever felt anything for you, he’d of said something. He was the most upfront and honest person you’d ever met and never left things unsaid.

But that didn’t stop the way your heart raced when you saw yet another phone call coming in, the caller ID displaying his name brightly in the dim light of your bedroom. He was calling you and nearly midnight, when he usually went to bed by 10pm most nights, the rare exception being the very few times you talked him into going out.

“Hello?” Your throat burns dryly as you give in and answer after the first few rings. “Are you alright?”

“No. You’re being a brat.” He had an uneven sway to his voice you instantly recognized as intoxication. Which wasn’t something he usually partook in, he usually was the very grumpy DD anytime he’d gone out. “I’m out side your door, let me in so I can sleep.”

“Katsuki, go home.” You sigh, throwing your legs over the side of your bed to walk to the door. You knew he wasn’t going home, no use in wasting time. “Who did you go out with?”

“The door. Open.” You hear a faint thump as you make your way through the hall, flipping on the light switch. You could already imagine his head pressed against the other side of the door, his arm held above his head upright. “Cmon kid, I’m tired.”

“Oh, shush.” Your fingers switch the lock, his hand fumbling in the other side with the door handle. “It’s unlocked, you know where the blankets are.”

Hed just finally made it inside when you turned back down the hallway and made your way to your bedroom. He was drunk, so you would never turn him away- but you were still mad at him and didn’t plan on talking to him tonight.

“Ah, hey!” Your ears perk, hearing the sounds of his heavier than usual footsteps stampeding closer until he’s stood in your doorway with a breath taking blush across his pale cheeks. “I’m sorry, alright? Sorry. Ya hear me, I’m apologizing.”

“Drink some water and go to sleep, I expect you to be gone when I wake up.” Although, you didn’t. He’d probably wake you up with breakfast made and coffee brewing on the counter. When he doesn’t move to leave you groan, throwing your head back as you sit on your bed. “You hurt my feelings, pushed my teaching back nearly an entire day because I wanted for you- then you show up drunk!? Go to sleep Katsuki.”

You watch as his eyes blink rapidly and he shakes his head, likely trying to shake the liquor from his system so he can see clearly. It’s not until his hands reach down to pull at the hem of his black t shirt that you’re able to look away, even after you’ve heard the fabric hit the floor you can’t tear your eyes from your lap where they’ve landed.

“Scoot.” His hand lands on your knee, causing you to jump. You hadn’t even heard him move from the door way, but lifting your head you nearly bump noses from his proximity. “I’m tired, your couch is empty. So scoot.”

With his hand gently pushing against you, you slide yourself over and allow him to climb in beside you. Something about the quiet, gently tone of his voice made you give in and not question why he’d suddenly disliked sleeping in your living room. He sounded defeated, exhausted and entirely unaware of the situation, you could forgive him long enough for him to sleep the weight of his worry away.

“You’re still a brat.” He yawns, the whisky stained heat of his breath fanning over the back of your neck as you feel him pulling himself closer. “I’ll come talk to those brats you teach next time.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You sigh, tensing as his heavy arm drops over the dip of your waist. What was happening? Was he returning the drunk cuddle you’d given him weeks ago? Why were your palms sweating? “Kats, you’re drunk.”

“Mhm, and you’re finally done giving me the silent treatment.” His arm snakes around you tighter, your stomach twisting nervously as his head presses against the back of your shoulder. “You smell like you.”

“Thank you?” You can’t help but chuckle at him. “Get some sleep, Kats.”

“I can’t sleep if you’re still mad at me. I-It’s driving me insane to not talk to you.” You could tell, he’d called you multiple times since you’d been giving him the silent treatment. “I can’t lose you again, I’m sorry. I won’t get caught up in my feelings again- just let me make it up to you.”

“We’ll talk in the morning, okay?” He nods against your shoulder, his chest meeting your back as you snuggle into your pillow and try to deny how nice it felt to be held by your best friend. “Goodnight.”

“Night baby.”

He was more than drunk, he was wasted.

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addicted to you

summary: Kirishima Eijiro's pretty positive he’s going to hell. You can’t listen to your buddy’s girlfriend cum that many times and not be on a one-way ticket to the fiery pits of doom. When he's at the end of his rope, one night might change the dynamic of his relationship with you. pairing: bakugou x reader x kirishima wc: 1.6k content warnings: smut mdni, threesome dynamics, fem!reader, dirty talk, degradation, voyeurism, oral, m!receiving, kirishima's raging size kink

Plap plap plap -

"Oh god, Kats..."

It should be fucking illegal for walls to be this thin, Kirishima thinks, staring up at his ceiling, willing his dick to soften. This is the fifth night in a row that he’s heard your guts getting rearranged by his best friend, and it’s starting to take a toll on the pro hero.

“Yeah, baby? Too much for ya?”

A soft groan emits from Kirishima’s throat at the high-pitched whine you make in response.

It’s not gentlemanly of him at all, but he pictures how gorgeous your face must look right now, mouth hanging open, eyes rolled up in your head—

"Not enough," he hears you shoot back.

He slams the pillow over his face and rolls onto his belly, rutting his dick across the mattress in one long drag.

Fuck.

When he first heard you two have sex, he really tried to do the respectable thing and not listen, he swears. When noise-canceling headphones didn't cut it, he went on long walks the minute you and Bakugou disappeared behind closed doors. It’s made for some very awkward late-night convenience store runs.

He lifts the pillow from his face. No noises sound from next door. He sighs. Time to address the raging cockstand in his pants, then.

The fantasy he conjures is familiar, well-worn. He starts in the middle this time, at the part where you’re already gagging on his dick, eyes welling with tears as be bullies his cock down your throat.

Kirishima grabs the lube from his nightstand and coats his palm. His hips buck into his hand as he works himself up and down, idly wondering how much of him you'd be able to take. He hates it, but the thought of your face scrunching up as you struggle to fit him all the way in shreds his sanity to ribbons.

"Kiri?" your voice sounds through the door while his hand is mid-stroke on his cock.

It’s like he summoned you.

"Yeah?" Even that minor syllable sounds like he’s fucking drugged.

"Can I come in please?"

His eyes bug out of his head. Are you fucking serious?

"Just a minute!" he shouts, shucking up his sweatpants and toweling off the mess between his thighs.

He hears Bakugou’s voice next. "Just let us in, idiot, she’s gotta ask you something."

Shit.

Shit shit shit shit—

He’s gonna die tonight. You’re probably outside thinking he’s a digusting pervert, in here fucking jerking off to you—what was he thinking?

Apparently not even the panic can make his dick cooperate though. He tucks it into the waistband of his pants and prays for a swift end.

When he opens the door, he expects to dodge a punch. But you’re standing there in a see-through red teddy, and all semblance of thought goes out the window.

“Did you finally hear me this time, Kiri?”

Huh?

He’s pretty sure he just splutters. Bakugou barks out a laugh behind you. "Told you this dummy was in denial, pretty girl."

His brain stumbles. "You wanted me to hear?"

You let out a husky giggle that goes straight to his groin. If possible, he gets harder.

"I like how you watch me, Kiri," you admit, eyes darting to his lips. His mouth goes dry. "I keep thinking about how you’d touch me."

He balls his hands into fists at his side to keep from hauling you onto his bed. "This is something you two have talked about?"

Bakugou has the audacity to look annoyed. "Doesn’t take a fuckin’ genius to figure it out. You’re always starin’ at her. Besides," he runs a hand straight down your back; you shiver and lean back into him. "Can’t deny this sweet thing much."

The good thing about being a pro hero is that you learn to adapt to situations quickly. Kirishima's brain is spinning with this new information, but he’s reacting before he realizes it, hand reaching out for your waist.

Your nipples tighten—he wants his tongue on them, sucking through the lace. He looks to Bakugou, but the man’s just sauntering into the room, settling into the desk chair with his legs kicked out, gray sweatpants tented.

“Go on, then.” He palms his cock. “Make her feel good like you’ve been wanting.”

Kirishima doesn’t need to be told twice. He picks you up and arranges you both on the bed, your thighs draped over his hips. You’re soaking wet; he can feel the slick dripping from your pussy fall on his stomach.

He’s so hard it hurts.

You’re not much better off, whimpering and rutting in his lap like a bitch in heat.

"Touch me, Kiri, please," you say, nosing at his neck and sucking on his pulse point. "Need your big hands on me."

God, you even beg cute.

His hands span up your back, pressing your tits into his chest and capturing your lips in a searing kiss. You groan into his mouth, hands tangling in his hair, tugging at the strands.

"Wild little thing, aren’t you, baby?" Kirishima chuckles when you glare at him. "No judgment here, I fucking love it. Been listenin' to you long enough to have an idea of how you like it."

He looks over at Bakugou. "You just gonna watch?"

"Gotta make sure you do it right, Shitty-hair," he grits out, fist moving up and down. “Ya already need me to step in?”

Kirishima laughs under his breath. "Fuck you too, asshole." He cradles your face in one hand, tilting your lips up to his. "Come here, princess, let me see how hard I can make you cum, huh? Harder than he does?"

One breath against your clit and you’d probably scream for him right now. He can't help but puff out his chest a little at the thought.

Clothing comes off in a flurry. Every inch of skin exposed is a fucking godsend, more for him to touch, to caress.

When his cock bobs in between your bodies, he swears your mouth goes slack.

"Oh, Kiri," you breathe out, wrapping your hands around him. "You didn’t tell me you had such a pretty dick.” He chokes and rolls his hips into your fist. "You’re big, too. I don’t know if you’ll fit all the way."

He grunts. "Fuck baby, you can’t say shit like that to me, drives me fuckin’ crazy—"

The smile you give him is sinful. "I know." You shut him up by undulating your hips, sliding your pussy folds along the head of his cock.

"She's a little brat, Kiri, don't be afraid to put her in her place," Kirishima hears Bakugou say in the background. His voice is strained, husky. Both of you moan at the sound.

"Is that right, princess?" He nips at your mouth. "You think I'll give you whatever you want?"

You nod, the sweetest whine falling from your lips as he starts to inch his dick inside your quivering hole. You're so tight it's like your pussy can't decide if it wants to suck him in or spit it out.

"Stay fucking still," he growls, hold fast and hard on your hips. You squeal at his tone, gasping as he stretches you open, working the tip in and out.

Your hands scrabble at the sheets, his forearms, anything. He just holds you in place as your cunt gets sloppier and sloppier, lewd squelching noises filling the room.

"Kiri please just fuck me. Please, I've been thinking about it for weeks now—"

Bakugou kneels on the side of the mattress.

"You're mouthy tonight, baby. All because you're showing off for him?" He taps the side of your mouth. "Let's put that mouth to better use, yeah?"

If Kirishima wasn't about to bust his load, he sure as fuck is now, watching you greedily suck his best friend's dick as he works his into your sopping wet core.

When he finally bottoms out, the sound you make is pornographic, throat stuffed up with dick, humming out your pleasure...

"God that's so fucking hot, baby, look at you." He sets a rough, steady pace. Your tits bounce as your throat works to take Bakugou. Drool trickles down your chin; he wipes it away and squeezes your neck. It's driving him crazy, watching your tongue and lips work in tandem. "Takin' dick so well, there's a good girl."

Bakugou has a tight grip on the headboard, veins straining in his neck.

"Fuckin' hell, I'm close. Pinch her clit, Eiji, that'll make her cum quick. Get her there for me, let me see her fuckin' scream."

Kirishima rolls your bud between his fingers, and sure enough, your pussy starts clamping down on him. His rhythm gets erractic, wild. All he can think about is the sticky wet rush of slick between your legs, your channel milking his cock like you'd been waiting for weeks for it—

Bakugou slides out of your mouth with an obscene pop, spitting into his palm. "Dirty little slut, love getting used, don't ya?"

Kirishima keeps working your clit, dick jumping inside you. "There's our pretty girl, doing so well. Where do you want me to cum, honey? Can I cum here?"

He presses down on your tummy and pinches your clit at the same time. Slick gushes out of you.

"Cum in her, Kiri," he hears Bakugou bark out, hand speeding up. "I'll clean it up later, just wanna see you both cum with your dick in her."

It's embarassing, but that's really all he needs to hear before he's coming the hardest he ever has, cock twitching and pumping seed into you as Bakugou spends onto your tits.

Your own orgasm takes you over, bowing your back off the bed, mouth hanging open as incoherent babble falls from your lips. Kirishima fucks you through it, each small tremor of your subsequent orgasms like jolts of lightning.

He's pretty sure he knows the answer when he asks, "We get to do that again, right?"

You look at Bakugou, who just smirks. "Won't get rid of us that easily."

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Erasermight fake marriage AU!!

Part 1 of yet another comic from me. This one much sillier, though you know I do love to bring the angst.

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